Disclaimer: Still not owning anything beside a very, VERY masochist muse.
Spoilers: If you watch Fringe every week, you're good.
A/N: I have absolutely no excuse for this...beside the fact that I'm evil, generally speaking. A few of these scenes were just floating around my head for a while, and today, I just wrote them all down in this little depressing fic. And when I say depressing, I do mean depressing.
Obviously unbetaed...and depressing, I think I said that. If you feel like it, don't hesitate to scream at me in a comment once you're done :D( It happens at Reiden Lake. His body, still lively and warm moments ago, is now limp and cold in her arms, his skin the color of winter snow, his cheeks spattered with ebony stars.Collapse )